Player hater

[Scripter]

My eyes dilating
From the light
I can’t take it
My neck curved
In the pose waiting
Like every day
the same way
that we played it…
For some dumb fuck
To say that I evoke Satan…
An the way that the light
hit my face ain’t right…
Obviously she does
but I don’t
got patients …
Just letting Mariah Carey
know that I care I suppose…
an anyone who's crawled out from the holes
and made two halves of a whole…
I guess I have it backwards
been mouthed and went south of the pole
in diss stress…
they kept running their mouth
now I’m socking a hole
And knocking lights out with Nike's
With sock in it
I’m stocking them tall…
Like a locker
I don’t frown
I just laugh at em all
They come off daft
Like a giraffe mixed with a bull
Shit
Dog I couldn’t quit this writing spit
If I wrapped up my jaw
Cause I always look up
I learned that
when they laughed
when I’d fall
And laugh with them
Shit bitch
your mouths roasting my draws
I ain’t afraid
I’ll see you laying
next ta bricks in the hall
an punch a teacher
I don’t need the squeal
or need no freaking stapler either
I’ll just write all over
your naked preacher
And shred his ass
Or ignite hymn on the stove
like paper doused with ether
or just stuff ya
like a tough terd ta...
flush down the commode